It is in humanity the causality of repetition. All of us have suffered the consequences of past mistakes and nocuous diffractions. It’s cycling towards no end, it spirals out from steadiness, it violates my urge to be baptized, and it calls elation to incarcerate our soul into this prison made of the promises you were.

It’s not the first time we’ve left litter in our relationship, but somehow I think I’ve known you from before.